i blame it all on that time of the month, and my raging hormones. i actually wanted to cry, so i played the saddest music i own, and got all introspective and weepy.
it was great.
but i woke up sick.
ever since i moved to illinois i get sick whenever the weather changes.
it sucks.
i went to work this morning, against my better judgement, and finished up some counter sample notes to send to our factory in the phillipines, and then the head designer (my third mom) sent me home with instructions on how to get better. [other mom instructions include how to cook hard boiled eggs, which i had to call both matt's mom and my mom for yesterday.] we leave for our trip on thursday morning, and we're all getting sick, so the entire design department has instructions to just rest and get better by then.
[i could never work from home because i lack the discipline.]
i'm getting rather disgusted with some things at work. a few weeks ago we discovered a huge oversight that could potentially cost us millions of dollars. my boss sent this awful e-mail to the woman who runs our factory in the phillipines, telling her to make her people put in more hours so they can get this shit finished in time. thing is, the oversight was actually my boss's fault. and the other thing is, these "people" are probably already working 16 hours a motherfucking day for a bag of rice. it's disgusting. it's really making me sick to my stomach.
when i did my internship at lc, sure they were tiny, and a little hippity dippity, recycling everything, but they had a sort of integrity that you just don't find in bigger companies. especially in the fashion industry. they supported local industry, and had all of their clothes made here, in chicago. yeah, it's way more expensive than having yr production done overseas, but it shows a certain respect for the welfare of others. i know for a fact that my current employers have sweat shops, and it makes me want to vomit.
so far in my work experience in the fashion industry (all two places), i have gathered some very valuable information, and i know exactly how i'm going to conduct my own business. suz and i started making purses, and i've already talked to three stores that are going to start selling them. we have our own production going on - in her basement, and we pay our "workers" (her 12 year old step son makes our handles) a reasonable wage with ice cream benefits. when we get bigger i know exactly where we're going to do production.
i've got connections in chinatown.
but for now, i'm going to hit the bottle.
of orange juice, that is.